It started when I had to see her... and then I had to hear her voice... It got worse when she taught me to breathe... then she convinced me that I wasn t leaving... And she pulled me back in... ohI d let her do it all again... As if I had a choice... I went back on who I am... to be here alone... back on who I am... now she is my home... I hadn t had much experience... with this happiness thing... But she forced me upon this mood... like a lonely soul who takes to drinking... Then she struck my weaknesses... with a devilish glare... Her oh so perpetual pout... and the smile I love and find so rare... am I happy? I can t tell... but the smile suggests I am... Or maybe I m a player in a tragedy I wrote... But the audience is laughing... so I ll keep hamming it up... And smiling politely... smiling politely... smiling...

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